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Issue No. 405
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Eight
The hostess came around to where John and Melinda and Kate were
standing, talking with Rex and the young man whom Kate admired for
having such fiery eyes. He introduced himself to her as Ken. Kate liked
the fact that both her name and his began with the same letter. He seemed
to want to stare at her bare pussy but he kept his eyes aloft, at the level
of her eyes, though sometimes he did allow them to fall to the level of her
breasts. KateÕs corset, which everyone now knew she wore, pushed her
bosoms up high. Her nipples presented themselves to him through the thin
fabric of her blouse. It was a blouse that a little girl might wear, frilled
at the edges, with short sleeves that were too short, hugging her upper
arms where they joined to her shoulders. It dipped in front, but modestly
had a slim-ribboned bow tied between her uplifted breasts. Ken, clearly a
little nervous at touching her in the presence of her master, as he talked
to Rex, reached out and yanked on KateÕs blouse-bow and undid it.
ÒHey, those breasts are mine to torture,Ó John said to Ken.
ÒTorture? I should want to defend them then,Ó Ken replied. His
resolve to have her seemed to stiffen in the face of another maleÕs open
resistance.
The hostess, perhaps sensing the start of a dispute between two of
her males, appeared before John with her wine bottle in hand. ÒItÕs been
awhile since IÕve been marked,Ó she said to John softly, meeting his
darkening eyes with her own deep blue pair. To Kate they looked like pools
in which anyone might be lost, male or female, and she felt again her
desire to know this woman as she had not known any other.
Perhaps it was simply the wine, for when the hostess had refilled
JohnÕs glass she turned to Kate, nudging Ken back, and told Kate to drink
what was in her glass so she could add this new, different brand.
Kate sipped her glass as quickly as she could. KenÕs eyes flashed at
John and JohnÕs flashed back. Sensing a battle still brewing, the hostess
reached out and touched KateÕs pubic hair with her fingers. Kate started.
Wine spilled down her chin and fell in drops onto her blouse. The hostess
ran her fingers freely through KateÕs bush and then tugged on its springy
hairs, invitingly, as if to ask Kate to follow her to bed.
No one else saw, except John who was standing right next to her.
Ken had turned away. The young male defeated by the older, vowing
revenge. As Kate withstood the hostessÕs exploration of her private hair,
she passed her hand across to John to steady herself. As it happened her
hand fell upon his crotch. And no wonder, it was sticking out quite
markedly, offering an easy handhold for searching female fingers. Kate
gripped it, only to keep her balance as the hostessÕs fingertips explored
her. But in gripping it she felt it rise, bulge more. JohnÕs cock stiffened
and she wondered absently if he was issuing pre-cum into his underpants.
She felt her own dew moisten her cuntlips. The hostess wet her
fingertips on KateÕs sex and then, after bathing in KateÕs excitement for a
moment, withdrew. The hostess put her fingertips to KateÕs lips.
ÒYou are wet,Ó the hostess said to Kate. She made Kate taste
herself and passed her fingers around KateÕs lips, glossing them with the
dew from her cunt, a kind of natural lipstick.
Jealously Kate watched as Ken was engaged by another female. She
had a very short miniskirt and long black boots on. Her top was a midriff
that showed her belly. She had seductively innocent pigtails, created by
bows tied into her hair. Openly she offered her hand to KenÕs crotch. He
let her massage his thing.
The crowd was growing more physical in its admiration of one
another. Hands that had heretofore remained quiet now whispered over
breasts and delved between legs. The men became visibly uncomfortable
in their pants as their cocks grew huge and had noplace to go. The females
all sprouted nipples, those with thin blouses, while Kate guessed the
others were just as excited but restrained by their bras.
Men and women who had not known each otherÕs names an hour before
now kissed, openly, in front of their wives or girlfriends or husbands.
Kate watched as KenÕs fly was unzipped and the woman in the black boots
drew him out to his full length. Nobody seemed to mind that his penis was
on display. A jewel of precum at the tip of his rod, where he might have
peed if he wished, issued forth. It grew heavy on the tip of his cockhead
and drooled in a long drop to the floor. The woman in the boots smiled at
Ken. She rubbed his shaft and invited him to cum in her hand if he wished.
ÔYou are young,Õ her eyes seemed to say. ÔYou have plenty and I know
you can go all night. DonÕt torment yourself with your abundance. Spurt it
out if you wish to.Õ
Though she was no older than Ken the young woman in the boots
seemed to have a taste for decadence far beyond what Ken was used to.
His eyes expressed shock that she would take him this far this quickly,
right in front of everyone, with the others still petting and kissing. The
girl in the boots simply smiled reassuringly. Helpfully she cupped her
other hand under his cockhead, while still rubbing his shaft.
Ken tried to step back. He didnÕt want to lose himself so quickly.
ÒNo!Ó the girl in the long black boots said sharply to him, as if he
were a randy dog. Except she wanted his sperm. She did not have a desire
to push him away, as a female might, finding a dog rubbing up against her
leg. Instead, she wanted to see him satisfied. She clung to the root of his
penis with her fingers, while still offering a cupping place for him to
spurt with her other hand.
Kate, still having her lips lightly rubbed by the hostess, one hand
rubbing her mouth while the other sought between her legs, watched Ken
and prayed he held on to himself. As she prayed she felt her own legs
offer a new sprinkling of dew. And Ken, not knowing of her own offering,
suddenly jetted his sperm into the hand of the girl wearing the boots. She
frisked his stiff rod and accepted his liquid manhood into her palm. Ken
looked down at himself. He was clearly embarrassed by his eruption but
there was nothing he could do now. All was lost, or gained, for his face
puffed with pleasure as he spurted himself into the girlÕs hand. She
rubbed him until he had no more to give. Then, as if to tease him, she
lifted her cupped palm to her mouth and quietly licked at his profusion.
Ken watched as she fed upon his seed. It made her mouth gooey and sticky.
Her tongue became coated with what had been, just moments before, in his
balls.
Kate arched her hips forward. She offered her slit to the hostessÕs
questing hands, so inspired was she by KenÕs offering. She opened her
mouth and sucked in one of the hostessÕ fingers.
ÒMmmm, yes little sweet, are you excited?Ó the hostess asked Kate.
She still didnÕt know the womanÕs name, yet she now had one of the
womanÕs fingers in both her pairs of lips. Kate tried to fuck herself on the
inquiring finger at her dell. The hostess drew it back a little, teasingly,
not letting Kate have it. She lifted her hand and pried KateÕs lips apart
and withdrew her finger from KateÕs mouth.
ÒI want marks like you have,Ó the hostess said to Kate. ÒCome.Ó She
drew Kate along, crossing the room, with her bottom bulbing out of her
tight-fitting dress. Wherever Kate went, John was sure to follow. He
watched with admiration as the hostess led him and his slave. He had a
choice of bottoms, one marked, one unmarked, and his penis stood up in his
pants as best it could, snarled in his underpants but nonetheless
presenting a clear picture of his manliness.
There was a curtain and the hostess drew it open. Kate had thought
it to be a curtain hiding a window. But instead it proved to be a small
alcove, built into the wall, perhaps for the purpose of housing a television.
There was no television there, however, but instead, on empty shelves
where a T.V. and VCR and discplayer might have stood, there was an array
of sex toys. Kate gasped as she saw fake penises displayed on a shelf.
They were various sizes and they looked to her like missiles waiting to be
put into silos. There was a pile of condoms, all unwrapped and waiting
like coins. Some were red and some blue and some clear. Beside the pile
of condoms was an assortment of bottles. One said ÔKYÕ and another,
Ôvaseline,Õ and others had brand names on them. But all served one
purpose: to lubricate inaccessible places so they could be more easily
entered.
ÒHelp yourself, everybody,Ó the hostess invited. Several riding crops
waited and the hostess selected one, a particularly thin one which Kate
knew would leave sharp marks. She pressed it into KateÕs hand and looked
at John.
ÒI want her to beat me,Ó she said to John. ÒRight on my bottom. And
I want you to watch, and play with yourself while she does it.Ó
ÒYou donÕt want me to flog you?Ó John asked.
Òno,Ó the hostess replied, her voice so soft it was barely audible.
She gulped. Then she continued, ÒYou would be too gentle. She is
inexperienced and she will make it hurt more.Ó
ÒBut your bottom is...Ó John said, passing his hand behind her and
feeling what she was offering him.
ÒNo prettier than hers, and look how you marked her,Ó the hostess
replied to John.
ÒYes, but she is new and must be trained,Ó John answered. ÒI was
simply training her, so she can know what a man might do to her if she
surrenders herself to someone who is truly a fiend for it, you know,
someone she meets dancing by herself in a club. And I didnÕt do her,
Melinda did, and women are always harder on each other than even the
worst of us men. Still, it wasnÕt too bad, hmmm?Ó he glanced quickly at
Kate. She lowered her eyes submissively, liking the attention her bottom
was getting. It was the subject of conversation at an elegant party and
she knew people could overhear his question to her as the guests crowded
around to help themselves to the sex toys.
ÒIt hurt,Ó Kate pouted. ÒIt still hurts... a little,Ó Kate continued.
ÒEspecially if I sit down.Ó She felt marvelously spoiled and her pussy was
wet and she licked her lips and tasted herself. Bondage was strange, she
thought. It made you feel yourself in new ways, especially in your private
parts. SheÕd lain with boys before, but sheÕd never felt so aware of her
bottom, her breasts. She longed to have teeth applied to her nipples and to
be made to scream. She wanted to feel her belly invaded and she felt a
need to have something inserted into her ass. Anything, it didnÕt matter.
She wanted to give herself up, to be taken and pried open and filled. She
would be a receptacle, like the hand of the girl with the boots, except she
would keep what was put into her, forced into her, and she would incubate
it.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Club, December 1998, $5.99. Club Magazine, P.O. Box 133, Mount Morris, IL
61054.
Review: My respect for this magazine continues to grow. At one
time I regarded the Club family of magazines (Club, Club Confidential, and
Club International) as little more than trash. The magazines showed men
with their dicks hanging out and women, not always attractive, having sex.
Then I noticed that I was liking Club Confidential, and usually buying
it. After that I noticed I was starting to buy Club International too. Club
itself remained boring, until recently, when it too started to improve.
This issue of Club is the best yet. It has many great pictorials.
First, little Nikki, who is a blonde, shows off her bare bottom and sucks
her thumb. Then little Nicole, who is a brunette, sits on the potty, plays
with yogurt, and pokes herself with a banana. In addition, there is a
breathtaking pictorial titled, Òmy girlfriend wants to fuck you...Ó It
features a blonde, lying on her belly, on a bed, masturbating herself as a
brunette lies atop her. Behind them both is a man, who has his choice of
snatch!
Someone reading this review might say, ÒWhat a bunch of smut!Ó
But, having looked at quite a few menÕs magazines in my life, I can tell
you that most are not this creative. They just basically show some girl,
posing naked. It takes quite a lot of thought and good camera-work to
make pictorials like the ones in this issue of Club!
And there are still more pictorials, besides the ones IÕve listed.
Janine squirts herself with a sperm-filled ketchup bottle. Two blondes
undress each other and play on a bed, both wearing frilly white socks.
There is a report on anal sex, in which a woman writes: ÒOne minute she
was down between my legs licking my clit and pussy, the next she was
licking his cock as it pistoned in and out of my ass and told me what a
nasty little slut I was. She never strayed too far from my asshole for too
long, though; that girl just loves to see me get my butthole plugged! I love
seeing her take it, too, and you can bet that she took it and then some that
night.Ó (The page numbers are few and far between in Club, in case youÕre
wondering why IÕm not listing them!)
Although Club, Club Confidential, and Club International are
distributed at all the newsstands, you rarely see them anymore. They sell
out very quickly. You will need to subscribe to these magazines if you
want to be sure to get all, or even some, of these issues.
Playboy still tries to be a ÒliteraryÓ magazine. Penthouse is rather
like a tabloid with too many photos. Hustler has interesting cartoons and
articles about sex in America. But if you need to jack off, turn to the Club
family of magazines!
Through the Looking Glass
by Linda Rose
He spoke on the phone with a sexual tone, it was subtle at first, then it
escalated to an incredible climax that I thought I would burst!
Through the power of suggestion he spoke in a whispering, hypnotic, voice,
in which I let him by my own free will and choice.
As he broke through to the very core of my subconscious, I transformed
from Madonna to Whore with my legs spread and on my haunches.
My breath became short and fast, as I finally broke all of my sexual
inhibitions at last.
I tried to stifle the raging fire, but there was an insatiable need to feed
my sexual desire.
I felt damned to eternal sin, as I resisted the battle from within.
My mind said no, my body said yes, a conflict of interest at its best.
As I slid my fingers into the unknown, he persuaded me with his voice on
the phone.
He spoke of wild, lascivious, fantasies and instructed me on what to do.
I followed his orders, gliding down ever so slowly to my private quarters.
I spread my legs wide and my body pulsated when I felt the moist,
softness inside.
I felt more and more content the deeper I went.
The further I got the harder it was to stop.
The longer I knelt, the better it felt.
My legs stiffened, my muscles contracted, and all of my ligaments seemed
to have reacted.
As I was about to learn, I was getting closer to the point of no return.
I arched my back and writhed and wriggled in sexual delight, cumming
from the mirror image that was in front of my sight.
(Though this poem might make a good song, it shows clearly whatÕs wrong,
with trying to rhyme, within every line. - h.j.)
AND IN THE END...
ÒMontel Williams... asked a sexually adventuresome teenage bride,
ÔWhat is it about pain that makes you feel good?Õ ÔI canÕt explain,Õ she
replied, adding rhetorically, ÔWhy do you like chocolate pudding?ÕÓ
TIME, March 11, 1996, pg. 65.
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